Chapter Specific Warnings: Dry Humping, Semi-Public, Breast Play, Teasing, Lactation.


Chapter 11: Honesty


Harry carried a giggling Daphne across the courtyard, finally setting her down on her feet once they reached the brightly lit castle grounds. Daphne silently slipped off her heels, sighing softly as she buried her toes in the damp, dew-covered grass. The entire area around the castle had been transformed, with the fluttering fairy lights in the rose bushes and hedges surrounding the stone walls of the building creating a magical (and rather romantic, Daphne thought to herself) atmosphere. She blushed when Harry's calloused fingers wrapped around her slender wrist, giving her just enough time to bend and grab her heels before he was pulling her down a winding stone path. They were surrounded by tall bushes and ice sculptures magically charmed not to melt, and the only thing Daphne now needed to make the night perfect was a sprig of mistletoe so she could have another excuse to taste Harry Potter's lips. She bit her lower lip to suppress the whimper in her throat at the arousal bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Her mother had once told her that her flower was a treasure, not to be handed over to the first man who came knocking. She had taken her lesson to heart, but here was a man quite worthy of not only handing over that particular treasure, but keys to the entire fucking bank.

Where?

Maybe Tracey was right. Maybe she should have chosen a dress with a slit so she and Harry could be one of the many couples rustling around in the bushes (as horrid as that sounded. She deserved a more romantic first time than a quick fuck surrounded by poison ivy).

The benches? She mused, looking around at the many stone benches dotting the grounds, and the couples occupying them. She was certain she could see Pansy mounting Draco on one of them in the distance. She grimaced. Now who's acting like a two-knut Knockturn Alley whore?

"You're wearing the corsage," Harry murmured, bringing their entwined hands up to study the floral arrangement around her wrist and breaking her free of her thoughts.

"It's very pretty. And it goes with my dress," Daphne said with a smile. "It's a shame it will dry up tomorrow morning, I really liked looking at it on my nightstand."

"I'll get you another."

The promise released a flood of butterflies in her stomach. It did something to her, those serious green eyes that held unfathomable affection.

"That's not the only thing you're wearing," he whispered, gently shifting the corsage to reveal the bracelet underneath it.

"How did you know I wanted this?"

"Tracey told me."

"Tracey needs to learn to keep her mouth shut," Daphne pretended to huff, her efforts to appear cross completely ruined by the huge smile on her face. She hadn't expected him to be so thoughtful in his present. The most romantic thing a girl in her dorm other than her had received had been the box of chocolates and an impersonal note from Draco to Pansy. That was what she had expected from Harry, in all honesty, and something she would have been perfectly happy with. After all, Pureblood husbands expected their wives to be glamorous but had little care or concern for how they got that way. Even her father, who, bless his heart, really tried, had never gone to the extent of finding out what kind of jewelry her mother liked, let alone going out and buying it for her.

"We can return it if you don't like it."

"Over my dead body, Potter. Literally. I planned to be buried wearing this," Daphne whispered, leaning her head down on his shoulder. If Harry had noticed her sudden frankness, he did not comment on it. She leaned up into his side, determined to place a kiss on his jaw when her plans were interrupted by a very unwelcome voice.

"I don't see the reason for your panic, Igor," Snape said coldly.

"You cannot push your head in the sand and pretend this isn't happening, Severus! It's been getting darker for months on end now, there's no denying it. Something is happening! He's back! I'm seriously concerned-" Karkaroff's anxious hiss was cut off by the sound of whooshing air and a loud yelp from one of the bushes.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Fawcett," Snape snarled as the boy rushed out of the bushes, clutching his shirt to his bare chest. "Another ten from Hufflepuff, Perkins!" He shouted at the giggling girl who followed her boyfriend out into the grounds.

"Run if you want to, Igor. I'm not going anywhere, nor am I interested in creating a mountain out of a molehill," Snape said curtly, finally turning around and coming face to face with Harry and Daphne.

Karkaroff looked positively terrified to see them, Daphne realized. The man was a far cry from the smarmy asshole who had cornered them before the First Task. He seemed a shadow of his former self, his face gaunt and haunted by something that clearly petrified him. His hand moved to his rapidly graying goatee, and he began nervously winding it around his finger.

"What're you two doing here?" Snape snarled. Gone was the warmth, the pretense that he was their home away from home. The man had finally shown his true colors, Daphne mused. All it had taken was her falling in love with Harry Potter.

"Walking. Last I checked, that wasn't against the rules," Harry said coldly.

"Well, don't let us stop you," Snape growled with a tight smile, nearly shoving Karkaroff to one side to make space for them to pass. When they didn't move he brushed past them, his cloak billowing behind him as he strode down the pathway toward the castle. Karkaroff gave the couple one last look before scampering to catch up with Snape.

"That was weird," Harry murmured. "Karkaroff looked scared out of his mind. Did you notice? And all that talk about something getting darker… I wonder what that was about."

"I have a theory, but you won't like it," Daphne whispered. She desperately wanted to keep her mouth shut, to punt the matter till morning so they could enjoy one last night together before everything went to hell in a handbasket. But the combination of Veritaserum and Alcohol now had its hooks in her, and she had no choice but to speak.

A loud moan startled them both, and she jumped into Harry's chest, blushing when she realized his arms had immediately wrapped protectively around her body.

"N-not like that 'oger! You eenglish are truly 'orrible at sex!" Fleur's musical voice wafted out from a bush close to them.

Daphne chortled quietly in Harry's chest, pulling away to look up at him with sparkling eyes. "Let's continue our conversation somewhere else. I don't want to be anywhere close enough to hear Fleur try to teach Butt McGee how to have sex," she whispered.

"Me either." Harry chuckled, his lips close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. "But, for the record, not all English men are horrible at sex."

"Oh, I know," Daphne whispered, her nails digging into his chest. After Tracey's comment about his dick, she cornered her best friend and made her spill all the sordid details that she knew about Harry's sex life. It had been pure academic curiosity, she'd sworn both to herself and to Tracey, although she was believing that less and less with every passing day.

"Oh?" Harry quirked an eyebrow. He shook his head as another annoyed groan pierced the quietness of the night, grabbing Daphne's hand and pulling her through a gap in the bushes out into the grounds.

Oh? What did that mean? Did he…

"Lavender Brown would agree with me," Daphne said quickly, trying to dispel any assumptions Harry might have made. "A reliable source tells me her limp last year… not because she twisted her ankle while jogging," Daphne teased, a smirk on her face.

"Is that reliable source's name called Tracey?"

"I won't betray my sources, Mr. Potter," Daphne said haughtily, before conceding with a giggle. "Yeah, it was her. She also told me you two broke up because you were too kinky for Lavender fucking Brown," she whispered, letting him lead her to a tall stone fountain. Jets of sparkling water shot out of the mouths of the sculpted reindeer, creating a mist that gave their surroundings an unearthly feel.

Harry hopped up on the stone ledge, turning to look at her with guarded, almost fearful eyes. "And how do you feel about that particular piece of information?" he asked her softly.

It was then that the significance of the expression on his face dawned on her. He was worried.

Worried that I'll reject him.

She moved to stand in front of him, grasping both his hands in her. "I think… One blonde's loss is another blonde's gain," Daphne whispered, feeling bolder than she would ever be normally. But she had quaffed the Veritaserum, and making the best of a bad situation was her specialty. If she had to be honest, why not use it as an opportunity to share things she would normally be too scared to divulge? She hiked up her dress, dumping her heels next to him before she grasped his shoulders, using them as leverage to climb onto and straddle his lap. "I think we need a change to our arrangement," she whispered, nuzzling into his neck.

"Yes, we do," Harry whispered, his voice layered with inexplicable sadness. "Karkaroff's a Death Eater, isn't he? He's worried that Voldemort has returned."

Daphne hissed at the use of the name, pulling away to look at her boyfriend who wasn't yet her boyfriend with a mixture of anger and concern. "This isn't a topic for tonight."

How did he guess? Out of everything he could think of…

"But it is. It explains everything. His close association with Snape, the nightmares I've been having… My scar only hurts when he's around, and it has been hurting for so very long now," Harry murmured, gently brushing her cheek with his thumb, capturing the stray tear that had leaked out of the corner of her eye. "I haven't told anyone about the scar. But this is further proof that something bad is coming. And all our reasons for being together don't matter if he's really back. Being with me won't keep you safe, it will make you enemy number one. You're right," he said thickly. "We need a change to our agreement. You need to break up with me."

His words made sense. The Daphne of six months ago would have agreed wholeheartedly with him. Being Harry Potter's girlfriend made her target number one if You-Know-Who was truly back. But the heart was a fickle thing, and today's Daphne was nothing like the woman she had been six months ago.

"No," Daphne whispered, her voice trembling. "You don't get to make that choice for me."

"We came up with this plan because you said that the only way you stay safe after helping me is if you fake being in love with me. That won't be true anymore. Being near me will not keep you safe, Daph. In fact, it will guarantee the exact opposite," Harry whispered, trying his best to sound unemotional. "You told me only sentimental fools held onto things that have outlived their usefulness."

"Yeah, well, call me a fucking hypocrite, Potter, because I'm a sentimental fool," Daphne mumbled, resting her forehead against his.

"Nothing's changed. You can say I treated you horribly tonight. Tell everyone you broke up with me because I was an utter bastard. People will lap it up. Half of them are looking for a chance to make me the villain again anyways."

"Something's changed," Daphne said softly, cupping his cheeks.

"What?! What could have possibly changed to make you abandon all those plans you carefully laid out? You told me self-preservation was the most important instinct a Slytherin can have!" Harry ran a hand through his hair, utterly frustrated with how stubborn she was being.

"The love isn't fake anymore." She leaned in, eliminating the distance between them and pressing her soft, pink lips against his chapped ones. He didn't respond at first, and she had almost given up and pulled away when he surged, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as he captured her lips with a hungry urgency that took her breath away. His tongue swiped against her trembling lips and she gasped, parting her mouth to allow him entry. He plunged inside without hesitation, plundering her treasure while she submitted to her mate. She wasn't sure how long they stayed intertwined, but eventually, the fight between her love for him and her need for air was won by air, and she pulled away with a quiet moan, licking her swollen, bruised lips and looking at him shyly.

"You're sure about this?" Harry asked, gently tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You don't know Slytherins very well, do you, Harry?"

"You're the first one who hasn't tried to hex me into oblivion."

"Give it time," she teased, leaning into his shoulder. She allowed him to pull her into his chest, wrapping her arms around his broad frame and more than content to just hold him for the time being. "A true Slytherin would kill everyone in that castle without hesitation or remorse to protect someone they love. If You-Know-Who really is coming for you, he's going to have to get through me first," Daphne murmured, turning to look up at him. "You're mine, Harry Potter." She paused, letting him process that particular declaration before she made her next. "And when you get over this 'self-sacrificing hero' bullshit, I want you to claim me, body, heart, and soul."

"Claim you?"

"Is that not what you want? If you want, I'll transfigure my heels into a collar and leash and offer the end to you," Daphne said, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of his chest.

"Just how much did Tracey find out?" Harry asked, sounding alarmed.

"She was just doing what all best friends do, daddy. Protecting me," Daphne whispered.

"W-what did you call me?" Harry croaked, his breathing growing heavier.

"Daddy." Daphne giggled, gently pressing against the growing bulge poking her thigh. "I think you like it. I think you like me calling you that very much, daddy," Daphne murmured, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, an innocent expression on her face.

"W-why are you calling me that?"

"Find me a Pureblood girl who doesn't have daddy issues and doesn't want a pretty ring on her finger and a collar around her neck and I'll get you the moon," Daphne teased, gently grinding against Harry. She had zero experience with anything like this, but she had read enough books and seen Pansy enough times to know what she was doing.

If Parkinson can do this with enough skill to make Malfoy look like a constipated ferret on the regular, I can certainly wing it.

Harry's face, she mused, was much more pleasing. His wide, vivid emerald eyes were fixed on the gentle swaying of her breasts, his pupils blown with lust. He was breathing heavily, and she could see him clench his hands into fists, almost like he was forcing himself to stay strong and not pin her down and fuck her into oblivion right there in full view of anyone who wanted a peep.

Oh, the tales she had heard. She looked forward to not being able to sit properly for days on end.

"What's gotten into you today?" Harry asked, shivering as her hands grasped his shoulders, keeping her eyes locked with his as she gently humped the massive tent in his trousers.

"Just a glass of Veritaserum and Champagne," Daphne said cheerfully, chuckling at the confused expression on his face. "Truth potion, sir."

"W-we need to stop," Harry groaned, the tone of his voice making it clear he wanted to do anything but that. "You're not thinking straight."

"On the contrary, I'm more clear-headed than I've been in a long time. I finally have the courage to go after what I want, instead of hiding behind three years worth of plans that I was too scared to ever implement," Daphne whispered, her voice shaking with conviction. "Do you want me?"

It was a rhetorical question. She could see his desire for her in his eyes.

"Yes…" Harry rasped, groaning quietly as she increased the speed of her grinding.

"Then take me. Fuck me. Collar me. But don't you dare try and protect me ever again, Harry Potter." She pulled her hands away from his shoulders, her trembling fingers scrambling to pull a strap of her dress down her arm. Her fingers pushed through her lover's messy black hair, guiding his mouth down to her voluptuous and aching breast. She moaned quietly as his lips wrapped around her rapidly hardening crinkled pink nub. "Suck. Please," she begged, desperately humping against his massive erection, trying to get him over the finish line.

Harry obliged, drawing more of her large, creamy mound into the warm embrace of his mouth before he began to suckle, nearly pulling away in shock at the immediate squirt of sweet milk that shot out of her teat and coated his tongue. He looked up at her in surprise.

"Greengrass family thing. I'll explain later," Daphne mumbled. Harry nodded and began to suck with a vengeance, drawing out all that she had to offer. Daphne buried her face in Harry's hair, trying to muffle her ever louder moans.

"Daph, I'm gonna," Harry warned, his words barely audible, muffled as they were by her chest.

"Cum? Cum for me, daddy," Daphne cooed, weakly grinding against his crotch, determined to reward his affection and love with the ultimate pleasure even though every single one of her muscles had gone limp after his assault on her breast.

Harry groaned into her breast, and she swore she could feel the sound reverberate to her soul. She grinned at the sudden wetness rubbing against her bare thigh, but she stayed in place, letting her new dominant (and now, real boyfriend), decide when he was done with her.

He finally pulled after a few long suckles at her teat, both of them sporting bashful smiles on their faces as they looked at each other.

"I'm sorry if the milk was weird. I'm sorry," she whispered, her expression morphing into one of horror as she realized just what she had done.

"Princess?" Harry murmured, gently grasping her chin, "Oh my moon and my stars, it was beautiful. This was beautiful."

"I don't taste horrible?"

"It was tastier than treacle tart," Harry winked, eliciting a giggle from the tired girl.

For him to call something tastier than treacle tart…

A hint of color appeared on her alabaster cheeks, and she basked in the praise.

"I could drink it every day," Harry murmured, helping her readjust her dress so her tits weren't hanging out, exposed to the cold winter air and prying eyes.

"Well, I pump every night, but I don't mind it if you want it instead, I mean, it's better than me tossing it," Daphne said frankly, vaguely aware that had it not been for the Veritaserum, the conversation they were having would have left her mortified and ready to dig a hole to bury herself in for all eternity.

"We'll figure something out," Harry assured her with a chuckle, helping her off his lap. He looked at the large stain on his trousers, "You know, the last time I creamed my pants was a wet dream I had in my first year," he said, pulling out his wand and cleaning the fabric with a shake of his head. "You're a bad influence on me, Miss Greengrass."

"I have a feeling I'll be… appropriately punished for it," Daphne shot back, her eyes twinkling playfully. She leaned into his side for support, her legs still wobbly. "But it'll have to wait," she declared, leaning over to grab her heels.

"Will it?" Harry asked teasingly. "Hold on, there's a large bug on your back." He moved to flick it off her, only to be stopped by Daphne.

"Don't. Just… set it down on the fountain," she murmured. She didn't like to harm any creature, not even something as small as the bug Harry was now releasing onto the stone ledge of the fountain.

"What?" she asked defensively, looking at the expression of pure adoration on his face.

"Nothing," Harry murmured, locking his arm with Daphne's. "Want to tell me why I shouldn't have you over my knee for your attitude, princess?"

"Because, daddy, the Weird Sisters will be playing soon, and I want to dance with you," Daphne said, giving the bug an affectionate pat with her finger before running to catch up to Harry.

They ran up to the bushes that ringed the path leading up to the castle, colliding into Hagrid's broad frame as they rounded the hedge.

"Yer alright there, Harry? Miss Greengrass?" Hagrid asked gruffly, reaching out with his large hands to grab their arms, steadying them both and preventing them from falling.

"Splendid," Harry replied, a stupidly happy grin on his face.

"Great, thank you, Professor Hagrid," Daphne mumbled, blushing at the thought of how close they had been to getting caught. She ducked her head, busying herself with slipping her heels back onto her feet to hide her face.

"Wha-"

"It was stuffy and Daphne was feeling dizzy, so we came out for a walk," Harry said quickly, knowing Daphne would be unable to lie. He was sure they would both prefer death than confess to Hagrid what they had just done. He nodded at the loud sound blaring out of the open doors of the castle, "This is Daph's favorite song, and we don't want to miss it, so we'll talk to you later, okay, Hagrid?" With that, he grabbed Daphne's arm and pulled her away before she could say something they'd all regret.

He looked back as they ran, watching Hagrid and Madame Maxime walk through the very gap in the bushes they had used. He kept walking even as he spied them making their way to the fountain, trying to remember if they had left any evidence of their… rendezvous behind.

"Harry, look out!" Daphne warned, but it was too late, and Harry collided with someone once more.

"S-sorry. I seem to have two left feet today," Harry apologized. He looked nervously at Cedric as the Hufflepuff and his date studied him and Daphne with a knowing smile before Cedric nodded.

"Happens to the best of us," Cedric grinned. Their mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and the fact that one of Daphne's dress straps was lower than the other made it rather obvious just what was distracting the young couple.

"I hear Snape's out there, harassing couples while they… walk," Cho asked, trying and failing to suppress the smile on her face.

"Avoid the bushes on your…walk, and you'll be fine," Daphne answered, pressing into Harry's side shyly as the effects of the Veritaserum finally started to wear off.

"Good to know." Cho slipped her hand into Cedric's gently tugging on it.

"Just a minute," Cedric whispered, turning to Harry. "Hey, Harry? Thank you for telling me about the dragons. I owe you one. Have you figured out the golden egg yet?"

"Uh… not yet," Harry admitted. If he was being honest, the egg, the task, and the Triwizard Tournament as a whole were the furthest things from his mind at that moment. "It just wails when I open it."

"You should… take a bath. Take the egg and go with Daphne for a nice relaxing bath. It'll help you think, okay? Use the Prefects' bathroom. It's behind the statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fourth floor. Just scratch his nose to reveal the entrance. Trust me," Cedric said, giving Harry a knowing look before running up to catch up to Cho.

"What was that?" Daphne whispered, completely befuddled by the entire encounter.

"Uh… I think Cedric just thanked me for my tip with the dragons by telling me to go have shower sex with my girlfriend," Harry muttered, shaking his head. He pushed the matter from his mind, gently grabbing Daphne's hand. "Come on, princess, let's go dance."


The pay off took time, but it's here and it's spicy.

Daphne honestly seems like someone to go to the wall for someone she loves, like a true Slytherin.

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